Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Westside Connection

Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal "We Are At War")
Ding Muthafucka
It's two
I got my lunch and my dinner,
You we gon bow down to some punk ass niggaz
We the evil side, boy

Chorus: [Shag]
[Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]
[Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]

In about four seconds some side niggaz
Is put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's
It takes two of you to get with one of me
Now I'm up in you hoes
"No Vaseline"
You could be the big
Bring drama
Fuck your
I'll bring the of piranhas
You tried to a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your
You get
You can take your four and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
my east side ass
is a thing of the
If I got no nuts it's i wazn't made up 4 da ladies
i'm the King of
of busters
King of
Now i'ma get down of my fuckin' (Shag: Bow Down)
to sucking

You try to remake NWA Dre and Ren
cool
But fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly philly
I'm back
Can you see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat frame
How can I
I'll your cap and take your name
it
My should be Mack 11
I'm a caliber MC
no question
Anytime you run up
You get with
You get
"Check Yo' self" (bitch it)
Ice Cube, you better (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs the best songs on your third album (biatch!)

Talkin']
You and 10
Can't deal with
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin'
y'all
So what'cha do?
Bring it on,
is Shag from the Neighborhood Family

[Shag's
biatch
suckin' ma dick
But what you faggets know about some shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's it to the streets
And like real g's
What you niggaz do?
You fuck with these
never had a strap
Now you gangsta rap
Come can't to your
'Cause you're scared to get
peace, this is war
Everybody on the
I see your fat ass
I'm takin' one to jaw
me
Fuck ma
Fuck ma clique
Better yet, fuck every that i'm down wit'

Can't stand bitch niggaz lik der r on da east
Ice Cube, an actor
Not a muthafuckin'
What you from?
dirt you ever done?
When the shit down
You the one to run
you talk
Got a mouth of drama
Only missing you
Is going to wit'cha mama

[B-Real's
You got the
Swingi' of my
Killa
Break niga, huh!
lick-a
You ain't a
You a

Bitch niggaz
I never trust "Can't trust 'em"--
like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or
10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's
Now all in your guts
You like him
But you got no
If he's the
You must be the of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's fine
'Cause "A Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch get no respect
No
east side means
i'm stickin' ma dick in ma mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down my clique
Why you gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one on my dick
But yours is best get a blood for your kid
Only bangin' you done was with toy
mama wouldn't let you hang
With real g
your clique on
You wanna
So get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
me
I give a year
I
i'll that i'm getting' fucked
And i'll run to some westside
pretty little trick
look sweet (Mmmm!)
dwm should make me one of dem real like
I'm no fictional movie land bullshit
Actor, gangsta
You should win an
For most wax banger
Fuck what you through
you're going through
west family, nigga
What you do?

westside!
That's nigga!
East side
we die, nigga!
Fuck all you ass niggaz!

Any punk ass nigga
Who take this beat
We hit niggaz up that
We bicoastal,
Hill family
Niggaz recognize
We to chastise
Nigga, whoo
That's how we hoo ride
No for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz
west nigga, east coast
We don't give a
Talk get shot, nigga
That's how we feel,
get killed,
Caps get peeled with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew
I represent
How does that nigga
They're gonna fuck all ya'll
(: "You got the fuck out man...)